[oh jesus THIS GUY. Adrasteius replies after about half an hour of deliberation, and largely out of concern that Satero's going to tell him he's burnt down/is burning down yet another building.]
[What is even going on here? Adrasteius turns on his video and leans forward over the device, frowning very deeply.]
You've misinterpreted the comment, you ridiculous brute. I didn't say that there were legions of exactly you running around. I just happen to know a great deal of bloodsucking barbarians that are like you. Do you understand what I'm saying?
[DO YOU COMPREHEND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?]
If they're like me that means they are me. [ said mulishly. come on, psh, satero knows there's no one like him. THERE'S ONLY HIM. HE'S SPECIAL. ] I don't like that.
You beat me to a bloody pulp, and you're the one getting upset. Light preserve me.
[there's the sound of shuffling as he gets up from the tablet, following by the brief, intense crackle of flame. When he sits back down, he's holding some berry tarts in his hand.]
Listen, I knew who you were from the minute your boot connected with my spine, and my understanding deepened with every fractured bone. I assure you, Satero--you have countless brothers and sisters back where I'm from.
[he's still speaking figuratively, of course, despite the obvious fact that Satero is not taking him that way. nOT VERY NICE, ADRASTEIUS.]
No punching, kicking, biting, stabbing, choking, otherwise maiming, otherwise killing -- promise. [ He rattles off the list like it's one that he's had to memorize. ]
[When Adra returns back from the clinic at some point this week, there will be a small bundle left in front of his door. He would find two robes, a belt, lace-up bracers, and a pair of lose pants to wear under them. Most everything was guessed so the fit isn't perfect, but it's close.
The robes and pants match, and are a plain medium brown, so as not to show stains. The second robe is meant to go over the first- and this is plain white with deep red trim, vaguely like the labcoats favored by some of the clinicians. The sleeves fit fairly close, and the bracers keep them tight against the wrists so they won't get snagged on anything. The belt is a plain deep red sash that matches the trim and bracers.
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[voice]
Hey! Hey, you! Priest! Priest? [ PAUSE TO THINK. was he a priest? uhhh well now he is, okay ] I need to talk to you!
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What?
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I've been thinking about you said and-- I don't want to be legion!
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What the hell are you talking about?
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It's fuckin' awful to think about, I mean-- if, if there's a whole lot of me, like which one's real, then?
I don't want to think about it! You take it back!
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You've misinterpreted the comment, you ridiculous brute. I didn't say that there were legions of exactly you running around. I just happen to know a great deal of bloodsucking barbarians that are like you. Do you understand what I'm saying?
[DO YOU COMPREHEND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?]
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[ so basically NO. NO COMPRENDE. ]
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[granted, most people aren't so happy-go-lucky about it, but.]
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[ WHINING, now. ]
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[there's the sound of shuffling as he gets up from the tablet, following by the brief, intense crackle of flame. When he sits back down, he's holding some berry tarts in his hand.]
Listen, I knew who you were from the minute your boot connected with my spine, and my understanding deepened with every fractured bone. I assure you, Satero--you have countless brothers and sisters back where I'm from.
[he's still speaking figuratively, of course, despite the obvious fact that Satero is not taking him that way. nOT VERY NICE, ADRASTEIUS.]
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[ HE IS JUST NOT GOING TO GET THIS, EVER. but meanwhile satero has to squint hard at whatever adrasteius is holding.... ]
What's that?
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[he waves the tart around before biting into it, very delicately, so as not to spill crumbs.]
And it's a blueberry tart. I prefer skethylberry, but those just don't exist on this sad excuse for a planet.
[he takes another bite. Mmm, so juicy and fresh.]
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...Can I have one?
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he ran out of matches anyway. ]
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[JUST TRYING TO BE THOROUGH.]
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I... won't get any pastries if I say 'yes', right?
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Then no. No kicking....
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No punching, kicking, biting, stabbing, choking, otherwise maiming, otherwise killing -- promise. [ He rattles off the list like it's one that he's had to memorize. ]
All right?
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Fine. Come over, then, and you'll have a whole plate.
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All right!
[ pause. ]
Uh. Where?
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It's Unit 408. The door's not locked.
a tiny actions a small clothes thx u
The robes and pants match, and are a plain medium brown, so as not to show stains. The second robe is meant to go over the first- and this is plain white with deep red trim, vaguely like the labcoats favored by some of the clinicians. The sleeves fit fairly close, and the bracers keep them tight against the wrists so they won't get snagged on anything. The belt is a plain deep red sash that matches the trim and bracers.
Don't break the set bonus. :|]